Hiruma\'s moments

A/N: I don\'t remember if I put a language warning in the summary, so just in case: LANGUAGE! ;P

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**AKABA HAYATO**



"Move your ass, fucking fatty! We\'ll never win Christmas Bowl if you don\'t suck it up and just fucking push!"



"But Hiruma, he\'s too strong..."



"Just do it! You won against that fucking huge thing before, so stop whining."



The blonde had been watching Kurita struggle with Gaou for over two weeks. Both teens were evenly matched, but the huge guy\'s eagerness and love for some heavy fighting overpowered the Deimon lineman. Devil Bats had a couple of days before the match of their dreams and Hiruma left the suffocating capsule to stretch his legs, arm in a sling. Despite his not much exceptional physical abilities he had to exercise his legs, least he forgot how to run.



Unknown to anyone Akaba had kept an eye on the demon captain and now intently watched him warming up. Ah, those long slender, shapely legs in skinny black jeans and that tight small butt, which just begged to be groped. Narrow waist and developed by hard training broad shoulders and chest. Akaba\'s hands just itched to grab that perfect body that teased him mercilessly and press it hard to his own. And the elfish ears...they were strange for the lack of a better word, but called out to him to nibble them. He hurriedly checked his mouth for any drool that might be visible.



No one had ever made him react like this. He had always been a calm, collected young man. But Hiruma\'s appearance just turned everything upside down. When he first saw the blonde up close in the amefuto uniform, he barely suppressed a whimper. Just as uniforms were a blessing for gay men, they were also a curse. Akaba would dare anyone watch that firm ass running around with long legs attached to it in skin tight pants and not to have a nosebleed. He knew he had to sniffle a few times not to let blood flow freely. How in the world had he managed to get smitten with the cunning man, would always remain a mystery.



"Hey, fucking red eyes, where\'s the idiot?"



\'Keep your cool, Hayato.\'



"Taki-kun is practicing on the dummies, fuu."



A thin eyebrow rose at him.



"Then what are you doing here? You should be fucking supervising the stupid idiot."



"Fuu your rhythm is getting more aggressive. He did fine on our practice, Hiruma-san."



The blonde grabbed his beloved rifle into the healthy left hand and turned to the red-head. Though was it actually pink? Or fuchsia?



"Then it\'s time to check on the fucking beard."



There it was again: that lovely ass slightly swinging from side to side, hypnotizing him. Damn, he was supposed to be the one luring his prey in a trap, not the other way around. Hiruma heard the lack of following footsteps and addressed the teen without turning around.



"What\'re you waiting for, fucking red eyes, a private invitation? Get moving, the idiot is your fucking responsibility."



Yes, indeed, he wanted a private invitation. And that was just as good as any. Akaba caught up with the blonde, failing to repress his urges. Could you blame him when they were just too strong?



Hiruma abruptly stopped when two strong arms wound around his waist and a broader chest pressed to his back. Well, fuck. People rarely got the privilege of surprising him, the captain of Spiders though did exactly that.



"You want me to shoot a fucking hole in your head?"



"That would be highly unproductive fuu. Can\'t you feel my heart going in accelerando, Hiruma-san?"



"Yeah I got the memo that you\'re a fucking fag. Now let\'s go before I turn you into castrato, fucking red eyes."



Akaba buried his head in the blonde spikes. Hiruma couldn\'t be a natural blonde for his thick lashes were completely black. Hair bleach? Hmm there weren\'t any black roots though. Someone undeniably worked magic on that rich mane.



"Fuu, I apologize deeply but my body refuses to let you go."



"Kekeke I\'m not the falsetto type."



Hiruma definitely didn\'t plan on bottoming any time soon. Even for an eye-candy with a nice body behind him.



"I will remedy that, you have my word, Hiruma-san. I believe we will make a beautiful duet, fuu."



The blonde couldn\'t disagree that the lips nipping at his neck and ear were skilled. There were also hands wondering and touching him in the places they could reach. Now, he had two choices: either really shoot the man or go with the flow. Both options seemed attractive, but his raging hormones and lack of sex in last few months forced him to favor the latter option. Well, he might as well relieve some stress before the important match.



"So what, you\'re just going to molest me on the shitty training grounds, fucking red eyes?"



The captain of the Band Spiders smiled - the blonde accepted his advances. And while the thought of taming the cunning demon was tempting, he knew that he wouldn\'t be able to ever accomplish that task. Nobody would. Besides, who wanted a subdued evil overlord?



"I wouldn\'t dream of it. But I am not very familiar with Deimon High."



"Tch, let\'s go fucking fag."



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Two sweaty naked bodies rested sprawled on the table in the \'Deimon Devil Bats\' clubhouse. Akaba couldn\'t help but trace one of the powerful slender legs that were presented for him in all their seductive beauty. The red-head shuddered with a repressed moan at the memory of those long limbs hugging his waist. He placed soft kisses on them, bathing in the afterglow.



"As I promised, Hiruma-san, you made an incredible falsetto."



"Tch. You weren\'t bad yourself, fucking red eyes."



"Fuu, there I something I wanted to ask you for quite some time. Which college do you have in mind after you are finished with school?"



"The hell do you need that for?"



"It would be easier to see each other if we attended the same college, fuu. Don\'t you think?"



Expressive - mostly when it concerned evil deeds - green eyes turned into slits.



"The fuck are you going on about? We ain\'t seeing each other. That was a simple quick shag, fucking red eyes."



"This is unacceptable, Hiruma-san. My body and soul are craving for your touch and I will not stop my advances until we sing a permanent duet, fuu."



"Oh hell no! You aren\'t getting any shitty duet singing from me, fucking fag."



Akaba only smiled pleasantly. He had his ways of getting information and he would definitely convince the blonde to sing things his way. After the sex they had it was simply impossible to leave the teen alone.



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The next morning started with vigorous training for the Deimon players. When Hiruma decided to leave the capsule once again for some stretching, others looked a bit surprised, but understood the need to keep his body in shape. On the blonde\'s part, he cursed the fucking sarcophagus - his back felt stiff from sleeping in it the whole night. When he finished his exercises and straightened, two warm hands came out of nowhere and a pair of lips descended on his own. He heard all noise die down and felt many pairs of wide eyes staring at him and the captain of Band Spiders, who hummed slightly in delight.



The red-head decided that claiming his man in front of everyone would prevent others going for his blonde. Not even a second later after he finished the \'good morning\' kiss he found a barrel of a very shiny and very dangerous real gun pointed between his eyes. Hiruma looked positively livid. People around still hadn\'t dared to move.



"What the hell do you think you\'re doing, fucking red eyes?"



"Fuu, greeting you, of course, Hiruma-san. Isn\'t that the way lovers greet each other?"



The blonde decided that even if killing Akaba before Christmas Bowl was counterproductive, he would do it all the same.



"I\'ll fucking KILL you!"



The stressed word triggered a chain reaction among his team-mates and even their personal coaches. Many voices shouted in unison on reflex.



"YA-HA!"